When Zhao Hongming walked in, he found that the huge courtyard behind the door was empty.

"Hey, that's weird. There are still many disciples in the Iron Tiger Gang, why are they so deserted? ”

He paused to slightly disperse his divine sense, and found that there were two powerful auras in the main hall.

"It turns out that everyone is inside." Zhao Hongming muttered: "According to the information collected, the leader of this Iron Tiger Gang is a cultivator of the Innate Seven Grades, and his strength is considered to be in the middle of the many gangs in Ying County, so he can't be careless. ”

He secretly operated the true intent of immortality, concentrated, tensed his whole body, and slowly walked inward to the door of the main hall of the Iron Tiger Gang, and walked up the stairs.

Zhao Hongming walked as he walked, and he was angry and dantian.

When he walked into the main hall, he found dozens of people gathered inside.

Everyone turned their attention to him.

He looked closely and found a headless corpse lying on the ground, and a white-robed man and a Taoist priest standing on the main seat in front of him.

It seems that he caught up with the Iron Tiger Gang and is dealing with family law, and the man in the white robe should be the leader of the Iron Tiger Gang.

Just killed.

Zhao Hongming walked forward one step at a time: "I am Wei Wuji, and I want to be the leader of this Iron Tiger Gang." ”

As soon as this remark came out, there was no expected noise and teasing.

On the contrary, the many Iron Tiger Gang disciples in the main hall were full of sympathy in their eyes, which made the already somewhat strange atmosphere even stranger.

The white-robed male protagonist and the Taoist priest standing in front of the main seat glanced at each other, and couldn't help but smile: "I didn't expect that there would be people kicking the hall at this time, so you can only be considered unlucky." ”

The white-robed man's figure swept forward, as if flying in the void, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hongming.

"That's a lot of speed."

Zhao Hongming's heart sank, and he felt that this Iron Tiger Gang leader was different from some of the innate martial artists he had met before, and he seemed to be very strong.

Fortunately, he didn't have any contempt for him, and immediately urged the true intent of immortality to launch martial arts.

The whole body was already in a tense state, but after only one thought, the power of the whole body was immediately activated.

Zhao Hongming's body emitted a compact and slippery sound, making his already burly body even more burly.

At the same time, a pale blue mask appeared on his body.

This is the result of the launch of the two supreme martial arts of martial arts moving mountains and demon suppression.

The white-robed man who rushed to Zhao Hongming's approach took out a triangular array flag in his hand, and only shook it lightly.

A golden phantom suddenly bloomed in front of him, like an arm that had expanded several times, and smashed it towards Zhao Hongming with a punch.

Bang!

Zhao Hongming also threw a punch and landed on the golden phantom.

Obviously, the image of the fist in front of him was illusory, but when it really fell on it, Zhao Hongming was shocked, as if his whole body had been hit.

However, the martial art after his current breakthrough is the strongest martial art in the world.

This golden phantom did not shake Zhao Hongming by half a point.

"Huh?"

The white-robed man was a little surprised, he didn't expect Zhao Hongming to be able to catch his move.

"You're strong, but I think I'm better than you."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Hongming's figure suddenly disappeared in front of the white-robed man.

The white-robed man was startled and hurriedly sacrificed a small pennant.

The pennant spun around and drilled straight over his head.

Then, the white-robed man showed a painful look on his face, and after a light snort, golden light and shadow broke out of his body, turning into two heads and four arms.

After two breaths, the white-robed man turned into a three-headed and six-armed man.

Zhao Hongming had never seen such a method, and he was surprised in his heart.

The little Iron Tiger Gang, I didn't expect the doorway to be so deep.

He did not hesitate, and the martial arts shattered Yue launched.

This martial art evolved from the Fury Fist, which can transform qi and blood into a means of attack, increasing its strength several times the moment it strikes.

Zhao Hongming turned into a series of afterimages, and took advantage of his body to pounce on the white-robed man.

The two fought as a group.

Everywhere they passed, no matter the tables, chairs, or wooden pillars, they were all smashed by the power overflowing from the battle between the two.

The many Iron Tiger Gang disciples gathered in the main hall hurriedly dispersed in all directions, not daring to get too close to the two of them.

Bang bang bang.

The speed of the two moves became faster and faster, and as the moves continued one after another, the white-robed man became more and more frightened.

The strength of this man's whole body is immense, and his hands are sharp and agile.

Even if he used the three-headed and six-armed immortal method, he felt numb all over his body, and he was not small for a while.

Bang!

The white-robed man seized an opportunity and punched Zhao Hongming in the abdomen.

However, Zhao Hongming only wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and soon continued to make moves like no one else.

Gradually, after dozens of moves in succession, the white-robed man was a little overwhelmed.

This is also the result of his use of immortal methods, with the blessing of magic weapons.

If it is a martial artist of the same level, it is estimated that he will not even be able to take the opponent together.

On the other hand, Zhao Hongming felt that the leader of the "Iron Tiger Gang" was really powerful.

is just a congenital realm martial artist, and he can't take him with a few moves, and he is already dissatisfied.

So he urged the true intent of immortality with all his might, and ran the desolate secret line to the extreme, and the figure was so fast that there was no longer even an afterimage.

Zhao Hongming walked around to the white-robed man's body and punched out, hitting the white-robed man's back.

One punch doesn't die.

Zhao Hongming hit a real fire, aimed at his back, and punched wildly.

After more than a dozen punches in a row, the three heads and six arms urged by the white-robed man were beaten by him and completely collapsed.

"Zhang Daoyou, what are you still looking at, don't come and save me soon!"

The white-robed man roared loudly.

However, as soon as his voice fell, a punch had already landed in front of his face.

Puff and muffle.

His head was like a watermelon, and it was blown up by Zhao Hongming's punch.

"You dare!"

When the Taoist priest of Shangxian Gate saw this scene, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly sacrificed his sword rainbow and shot towards Zhao Hongming.

Zhao Hongming's sense of consciousness is keen.

It was like an extra eye behind him, which I had expected.

He urged the [Demon Suppression] with all his might, and at the same time, his footsteps moved slightly, turning slightly sideways.

The long sword brushed past him, and when it landed on the blue light mask, it made a strange noise.

Zhao Hongming's eyes moved, and he quickly grabbed the tail of the sword rainbow.

The long sword was held in his hand, and a huge force was transmitted, as if it was very spiritual.

Zhao Hongming's face sank, he held the long sword tightly, and then pulled it back little by little.

"It's a good sword, it's a pity."

The muscles on Zhao Hongming's arms further expanded and expanded, dense blood spots appeared on his hands, and his skin quickly turned black.

He reached out his other hand and grabbed the blade, and with a click, the long sword was broken in two.

"Wow!"

After the long sword broke, the Taoist priest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dirty blood as if he had been counterattacked.

Zhao Hongming stepped a little, flew in front of Lao Dao, and before he could react, he suddenly pointed at Lao Dao's forehead.

Poof!

A blood flower appeared in the back of Lao Dao's head, and his body fell weakly.

In an instant, the entire main hall was silent.

"I want to be the leader of this Iron Tiger Gang, do you have any opinions?"

(End of chapter)